Yang Zhaozhao reacted quickly enough, gritted his teeth, and pulled the rope upwards.
The mud has a strong adsorption force. In order to pull the person up, it would take at least three Yang Zhaozhaos. After eating the Iron Hand Candy, Yang Zhaozhao was very strong.
Yang Zhaozhao gritted his teeth, wrapped the rope around his waist, and pulled the man out of the mud bit by bit.
Tug-of-war competitions were nothing compared to this. Yang Zhaozhao knew that if she didn't work hard, this person would not survive.
While pulling the rope, I accidentally rubbed my palm and didn't care that my hand was bleeding. Saving people was the most important thing.
It starts with the head, then the shoulders, waist, legs...
Finally, the whole person was pulled out, like a clay figure. Li Yiling stretched out his hand to Yang Zhaozhao. Yang Zhaozhao grabbed his bloody hand and pulled him to a safe place.
The two people's blood flowed together. For some reason, the wound hurt. Yang Zhaozhao frowned and let go of Li Yiling's hand. Seeing that he also had a hand full of blood, he knew that he was also injured.
Li Yiling felt as if his head was electrocuted and felt a pain, which made him frown.
Since it was only a moment and the pain didn't last, he didn't care.
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the man in front of him. Apart from a pair of deep eyes, he couldn't make out his face at all.
Li Yiling lay on the ground, looking at the exhausted Yang Zhaozhao. His eyes fell on her waist which was tightly tied with a rope, almost breaking it. Then he looked at her bruised wrists and palms, his eyes darkened and stung.
Li Yiling knew how much strength and determination she had used to pull him up.
Unrelated people tried their best to save him.
He regarded him as a brother and companion, but he wanted to kill him and pushed him into the mud pit.
It's really ironic.
Li Yiling suppressed his anger and looked at Yang Zhaozhao, whose face was dripping with sweat. He opened his mouth, which was full of mud, making his words smell of muddy and rotten. "Thank you... Thank you!"
Yang Zhaozhao waved his hand and panted, "Be careful next time. I heard there are a lot of mudflats here."
"Yeah." Li Yiling knew of course that he didn't fall into the water accidentally, but was pushed by someone, and he wouldn't almost die here.
If it weren't for the woman in front of him, he would have become a ghost in the mud. He would definitely take revenge for this.
After resting for a while, they all regained their strength. It was already dark at this time, and it was the fifteenth day of the lunar month. The moon was so big that they could still see what was under their feet.
Li Yiling stood up and held out his hand to Yang Zhaozhao. "My name is Li Yiling, and I'm an educated youth from Farm 616. What about you?"
"Yang Zhaozhao, an educated youth from the 627 Farm." Yang Zhaozhao glanced at his muddy hands, and before he could show disgust, Li Yiling felt embarrassed and withdrew his dirty hands.
Li Yiling said awkwardly, "Thank you, Yang Zhiqing, for saving me the other day. If you have any problems in the future, you can come to 616 Farm to find me."
Yang Zhaozhao nodded: "It's getting late, I'm going back, please be careful."
Li Yiling nodded and watched Yang Zhaozhao leave with the dirty rope. Her slender figure left a vivid shadow in the moonlight.
Li Yiling watched for a while, and after she walked away, he walked in the opposite direction of Yang Zhaozhao.
He silently recited Yang Zhaozhao's name, washed his hands, and wanted to see how deep the scar on the palm of his hand was, but he found that there was no wound on his hand at all, as if he was directly cut, and it was not him who was bleeding and in pain.
Li Yiling was shocked: "What's going on? Am I dazzled?"
After stroking his uninjured hand, Li Yiling smiled: "Yang Zhaozhao, what a nice name."
When they were almost at the farm, Yang Zhaozhao washed her muddy and bloody hands with water from the fields. Seeing her hands without wounds, she and Li Yiling were equally shocked. They thought they had seen wrongly and rubbed their hands.
After confirming that there were no wounds, he saw his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes full of confusion: "What's going on? My hand was clearly broken and bleeding, but now there is no wound at all."
"Is it my illusion?" Yang Zhaozhao began to doubt his life.
At this moment, Yang Zhaozhao's eyes blurred and he passively entered the material space. Looking at the big bold red words on it, his face changed.
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